A look at what happens when you've climbed back out of the rabbit hole.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Wings

Wings

Birds hold the sky.
They occupy a world above our own, awake to the insignificance of ground and gravity.
Starlings and robins and sparrows dominate the air
on wings of paper.
Hollow bones fragile as reeds in October. Vulnerable like china in the hands of a child.
Tiny, insubstantial creatures, birds.
Tiny, insubstantial creatures fashioned to command the heavens.

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